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Sum feel off when the girl want me
Feel outta place if I'm being honest
Run to the bank to make a deposit
Something tell me what you here for My

slow
Walked down his path showed me his road

I asked where are we it looks like a dream
I asked who am I he said that door ain't free
Stay on the shore

Why did you just do that?
'Cause of what you said earlier
About being happy?
That's not the most important thing
The great loves are the crazy ones

I know you ain't been home in a while now
And all that I can do is get high now
I wonder where you spend all your time now
How you coping, are you

boxed in, inside a piece of tin
And I know, you don't know where to go from here
But you know that you'll be fine
But i think I should be on my own, you

say less. These days, I'd 
rather listen to Dave East than Kenye West. Do they 
care at all? In the midst of a crock of lies, where are 
y'all? Salute

But I'm just tryna get my records
Sold from here to Nova Scotia
So when it's over turn your crew to Motorola

It's old news man quit talking bout your

Maybe for someone to come over and open the door
So I can run away and leave this place go to somewhere safe far away from here
Now I care about me
all

begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my

Santorini, we in Greece
American passport and visa
Say that you sing, let me hear you do ya thing
Cause Imma have you as a feature, huh
Elle est trop belle,

Where do we go from here?
I don't really know
No, I don't really know much
Got a lot on my conscience
Bear the weight
Only cuz you tell me that it's

to max out
On these flows and um 
Drop in your lane, what's keepin' you sane?
Do you know where i can go get me some?
Isolated, feelin' sedated drowzy I'm

lit I’m here to sing
Hear the rap in the trap
Out the trap with a snap 
Bout my bat make you crack 
Count the dap do some laps 
Ounce of dank make us

the grills but Ion
Smile with my teeth tho
When I'm in the club I'm feelin'
Itchy and my eyes low
I been here forever where the fuck
Did all the time go

you and everything u do, kill u with beginners luck
It didn't take much, for that tummy tuck, middle finger stuck, from the madd itchy trigger Fuck!

One, two, three uh and here we go
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Scattered Thoughts is the name
Of this

slow
Walked down his path showed me his road

I asked where are we it looks like a dream
I asked who am I he said that door ain't free
Stay on the shore

lost in the rain
Gunfire is how we react off losing love ones and gaining more pain
Niggas would take your soul
Blow off the roof
Where you hang
Sorrows

Let me go off talkin' shit
Told her to shut the fuck up because money is on my list
Addicted to numbers I was born to be a pimp
Baby I love you more

and street inside this Bible Belt 
South is where I'm from I'm trying to run the ville 
Look at how they front can only be myself 
No they cannot walk a mile

6:30 in the morning
I'm in the neighborhood running
I'm tryna live a long life
Because they don't where I'm from
I want to be the inspiration that I saw

the same race but look I missed the start
Running I stay I my place you know I finish shit
I ain't the type to fight go back and forth this conversation we

You know i feel like I feel like nobody relates to me
cnd uh I also feel like nobody a lot of people don't understand who i am or what i do or where

slow
Walked down his path showed me his road

I asked where are we it looks like a dream
I asked who am I he said that door ain't free
Stay on the shore